Friday, May 19, 2006


Rogue tater tot that fell onto the bottom of the oven while I was removing the pan? Bastard.

Carley thinking she should go in after the rogue tater tot armed with just a hot pad? Stupid.

Burn on the bottom of my arm from laying it on the open oven door? Huge. No, ginormous.

Burn on the top of my arm from flinching after laying my arm on the oven door? Small. And also kind of comical.

Josh thinking I went in for the rogue tater tot because I wanted to eat it? Priceless.